SO me and my son are on the way to school the other day and for some reason I have had some pretty bad gas. Before we leave, I ripped a stank fart in the kitchen and my son says,”Dad, whats that smell?”
“I don’t know, kiddo. Now let’s get going and get to school.”
We got about four blocks away and I ripped another one. As were walking, Isaiah turns to me with a sour face and says, “I think that smell from the kitchen is following us. I hope it doesn’t follow me to school.”
I told him what it was and he burst out laughing and complimented me on the grossness of my fart.
ahhhhhhhhhh good times good times.
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